Workout Wednesday: Back At It

Ronnie is out of the hospital, and we are back from our vacation, so it's time to get back into the gym together. Ronnie's goal is to get his lung function up even more and lose some of the extra pounds he gained in the hospital, while my goal is to lose some of the extra fluff I've gained from back-to-back-to-back IVF cycles (many people who have been on IVF meds can maybe relate).

We decided a great way to do this was to start back up with the group personal training (GPT) classes we did last fall/winter when we were in the best shape we had ever been in. I run and lift 4-6 days a week, but I don't come anywhere near the same shape I was in when we were doing the GPT...so we decided it was time to torture ourselves again. This class is AWESOME. The kind of awesome that hurts so bad...I mean good. The class we usually do is called Intensity, and it utilizes high intensity interval training (HIIT), which is all the rage these days in the workout world. I will say, a 45-minute class is just about all you can take. It's actually so hard that I get a bit anxious before every class because I know how much it will stink...sad, but true. But that's how we know it's exactly what our bodies need.

Sometimes in the gym it's easy to get comfortable. I find I often allow myself to take it a little easy. I figure, eh, I'm here every day, I don't have to go that hard today. This class does not allow you to be comfortable. In fact, it downright hurts. You are panting like a dog the whole time, not a single person in the room doesn't take a break...relatively frequently. By the end of class, if you look around, most people are only able to do a few of the exercises back to back, and then just stand, trying to catch their breath. Now that I describe it, it sounds pretty horrible.

Today was our first day back. It was just about as terrible as we suspected it would be. We both pushed through and neither of us puked, so I'd say it was a win. The trainer did ask Ronnie a handful of times if he was ok, which just tells me that he was really pushing himself...which I totally dig. Guys who work hard are hot, right? Who's with me on that? Ha! I officially felt like I may die about 35 minutes into the class and was thrilled to know I was almost done. At the end, we both had mild headaches, so I'm pretty sure we worked our butts off (or hopefully at least part of them).

We signed up for this for 3 months, so this won't be the last time we talk about it. We will keep you posted on our progress!